Aria’s POVI was in the middle of testing the latest batch of perfumes when I heard the door to my office creak open. My focus was so deep in the blend of scents—notes of jasmine, sandalwood, and a hint of bergamot—that I barely registered the sound at first. But then, a familiar voice pulled me out
Aria’s POV“Hold on tight, Jasmine!” I shouted over the clatter of the kiddie roller-coaster as it rattled up the first hill. The wind whipped through my hair, making me laugh despite my initial hesitation. Jasmine’s squeals of delight mingled with the clamor of the ride, and for a moment, the worri
Victor’s POVI walked into my favorite café, the one just a few blocks from my office, looking forward to a peaceful, relaxing brunch. I’d been dreading the thought of another dinner with Samuel, a topic my mother usually brought up whenever I was here. Thankfully, today she hadn’t mentioned arrangi
Aria’s POVI paced around my studio, the soft radiance of pendant lights casting a warm halo over the polished wooden floors. The rich, floral notes of Resilience Bloom, Creative Spirit, and Unbreakable wafted through the air, mingling in a symphony of scent that seemed to reflect the very essence
Aria’s POVI returned to my work on the perfume, carefully blending the ingredients. The scents were coming together beautifully, but my mind kept drifting back to Jessica. I needed to make sure everything was on track for the exhibition.“Jessica, while I’m working on this, do you think you could s
Aria’s POVVictor looked up from the pot he was stirring, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Hey, Aria. I’m sorry for the surprise.”“You cook?!” I asked in bewilderment. It was so unheard of that it was the first thing that I blurted out at that very moment. He chuckled. “Well, you could
Aria’s POVI glanced at myself in the hallway mirror, smoothing a stray strand of hair that had escaped my otherwise perfect updo. My reflection stared back at me with a carefully composed smile that hid the swirling nerves beneath. I adjusted the lapels of my blazer, reminding myself that it wasn’
Aria’s POV“If it isn’t Aria Everhart who’s still madly in love with her ex-husband,” Shane let out, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Are you here to reconcile with him? To try and convince him again to give you a second chance?”I wanted to point out that I’d been the one to file the divorce in the